I have been forced to leave my home, to come The Scarlet Enclave, to serve a Death Knight, a Nightelf Death Knight. I have tried to escape, but for no help at all, my Master caught me every time. I have tried to fight him, but I lost every fight. I have tried to threaten him by killing myself, but he simply let out a laugh in his throat, and again, I was weaker than him. I have been forced to see this Nightelf train, and even kill for no reason at all. When I was a child, my parents told me about these Death Knights, how they saved people, protected the people, but now, Death Knights kills for fun. By watching my Master fight and kill, I have seen how Death Knights really are like, and they are all monsters.

I was sitting on a stone, looking at my Master train together with another Death Knight, a Troll Death Knight. I sighed and kept looking at them, but suddenly something unusual happened, my Master was thrown to the ground, the Troll raised his axe over his head in order to kill my Master, "Nafedryn!". The warm, red blood covered my hands, my arms and dripped down on my feet, the Troll dropped its axe behind him and fell to his knees. I knew that Death Knights were allowed to kill each other, because if you could get killed by another Death Knight, you would be too weak to keep up as a Knight. I looked into the Trolls eyes as the light of life vanished from his glance, and nothing, but an empty shell was left behind in his World of living creatures. I felt a power overwhelm my body, my brain and my muscles. Nafedryn had already rose himself from the ground behind me, he grabbed my arms and tried to pull me towards him, but he was too late, my eyes turned icy blue, and my clothes turned into dark armor. The sword I had pushed through the Troll, the small sword my Master has given me to protect myself from others, turned darker, heavier, bigger and an icy blue light lit up on the blade. Nafedryn looked rather shocked at me as I got stronger. He yelled out my name, but I did not hear him, I only saw what the Lich King wanted me to see. I saw horror, billions of dead soldiers and totured souls, and of course the Lich King, he asked me if I was strong enough for his army, and my answer was as clear as a crystal.

My sight was cleared and I could see Nafedryn in front of me, his hands on my shoulders and his dark voice calling my name, "Barus! Hey! Wake up!" he looked me in the eye, I looked back and tilted my head slightly, "you are a Death Knight. The Lich King allowed you to transform into a Death Knight" He looked at me, "I cannot allow this. I have to ki-.." Nafedryn never got the chance to finish his line, I had my sword halfway in his stomach, I moved closer to him, "I will not allow anyone to kill me" I whispered in his ear before, pulled out the sword and saw his empty shell fall right next to the dead Troll. I turned around and five other Death Knights looked at me, "anyone else, who wants to try to kill me?" I looked at them, all of them shaking their heads, "good".

That night I was sitting in Nafedryn's home, which turned out to be mine now. I sat by the window and saw two boats drifting out on the sea, one of them with the Troll and the other one with Nafedryn. A tear slided down from my eye down my cheek. Maybe Nafedryn was my Master, maybe he had forced me to come here, but I still felt something for him, and every time he smiled at me, I could not help it, but smile bakc at him. I opened the window and as the boat were set on fire by achers, I screamed out his name and in to the beautiful night sky, "NAFEDRYN!".